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REJOICING.
To see the bride, the glittering bride,
Close seated by the Saviour’s side.
Chorus—And I’ll sing glory, glory,
And glory be to God on high.
2 O may I find some humble seat
Beneath my dear Redeemer’s feet!
A servant, as before he’s been,
I’ll sing salvation to my King.
3 I’m glad that I am born to die ;
From grief and woe my soul shall fly;
Bright angels shall convey me home,
Away to the new Jerusalem.
4 I’ll praise him while he gives me breath;
I hope to praise him after death ;
I hope to praise him when I die,
And shout salvation as I fly.
5 Farewell, vain world, I’m going home ;
My Jesus smiles and bids me come ;
Sweet angels beckon me away,
To sing God’s praise in endless day.
6 I soon shall pass the vale of death,
And in his arms resign my breath ;
Oh ! then my happy soul shall tell,
‘ My Jesus has done all things well.’
7 I soon shall hear the awful sound,
‘ Awake, ye nations under ground '.
Arise, and drop your dying shrouds,
And meet King Jesus in the clouds.’
8 When to that blessed world I rise,
And join the anthems round the skies;
Of all the notes there this shall swell,
‘ My Jesus has done all things well.’
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